2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 44 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 504 words
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wars spite indeed, and we to do him right, The ship he sailed in, fought in, called Wars spite. Now noble soldiers rouse your hearts like me, To noble resolution: if any here There be that love us not, or harbour fear; we give him liberty to leave our Camp Without displeasure. Our Armies royal so be equal our hearts, For with the meanest here i'll spend my blood, And so to lose it count my only good. A March, laed on: we'll meet the worst can fall, A maiden Queen will be your General. What mean these Spanish ensigns in the hands Of English Subjects? Honourable Queen, They show that Spaniards lives are in the hands Of England's Sovereign. England's God be praised But prithee Drake, for well I know thy name, And i'll not be unmindful of thy worth: Briefly rehearse the danger of the battle, Till Furbisher was rescued we have heard. The danger after that was worse than then: Valour a both sides strove to rise with honour, As is a pair of Balance once made even, So stood the day, inclined to neither side: Sometimes we yielded, but like a Ram That makes returnment to redouble strength; Then forced them yield when our Lord Admiral Following the chase: Pedro their Admiral, With many Knights and Captains of account, Were by his noble deeds ta'en prisoners, And under his Conduct are safely kept: And are by this time landed at S. Margret's: From whence they mean to march along by land, And at S. Iames he'll greet your Majesty. These Spanish Ensigns tokens of our Conquest, Our Captains took from off their battered ships: Such as stood out we sunk, such as submitted, Tasted our English mercy, and mercy Vassals and prisoners to your Sovereignty. Next under God, your valours have the praise: Dismiss our Camp, and tread a royal March Towards S. Iames, where in martial order we'll meet and parley our Lord Admiral, And set a ransom of his Prisoners. As for those Ensigns see them safely kept, And give commandment to the Dean of Paul's, He not forget in his next learned Sermon, To celebrate this conquest at Paul's Cross: And to the Audience in our name declare. Our thanks to heaven in universal Prayer: For though our enemies be overthrown, 'tis by the hand of heaven, and not our own. On: Sound a call; Now loving Countrymen, Subjects, and fellow soldiers, that have left Your weeping wives, your goods and children, And laid your lives upon the edge of death, For good of England, and Elizabeth, We thank you all: those that for us would bleed, Shall find us kind to them and to their seed. we hear dismiss you and dismiss our Camp. Again we thank you: pleaseth God we live, A greater recompense than thanks we'll give. Our lives, and livings for Elizabeth. Thanks; general thanks. Towards London march we to a peaceful throne, We wish no wars, yet we must guard our own.
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Warres spight indeed, and we to doe him right, The shippe he sailde in, fought in, cal'd Warres spight. Now noble souldiers rouze your hearts like me, To noble resolution: if any heere There be that loue vs not, or harbour feare; Wee giue him libertid to leaue our Campe VVithout displeasure. Our Armies royall so be equall our hearts, For with the meanest heere ile spend my blood, And so to loose it count my onely good. A March, laed on: wee'le meet the worst can fall, A mayden Queene will be your Generall. VVhat meane these Spannish Ensiges in the hands Of English Subiects? Honourable Queene, They shew that Spaniards liues are in the hands Of Englands Soueraigne. Englands God be prais'd But prethe Drake, for well I kowne thy name, And ile not be vnmindfull of thy worth: Breefly rehearse the danger of the battle, Till Furbisher was rescued wee haue heard. The danger after that was worse than then: Valour a both sides stroue to rise with honour, As is a paire of Ballance once made euen, So stood the day, inclin'd to neither side: Sometimes we yeelded, but like a Ramme That makes returnement to redouble strength; Then forc't them yeeld when our Lord Admirall Following the chase: Pedro their Admirall, With many Knights and Captaines of account, VVere by his noble deeds tane prisoners, And vnder his Conduct are safely kept: And are by this time landed at S. Margrets: From whence they meane to march along by land, And at S. Iames hee'le greet your Maiestie. These Spannish Ensignes tokens of our Conquest, Our Captaines tooke from off their battered ships: Such as stood out we sunke, such as submitted, Tasted our English mercie, and mercie Vassals and prisoners to your Soueraigntie. Next vnder God, your valors haue the praise: Dismisse our Campe, and tread a royall March Towards S. Iames, where in martiall order Wee'le meete and parley our Lord Admirall, And set a ransome of his Prisoners. As for those Ensignes see them safely kept, And giue commandement to the Deane of Powles, He not forget in his next learned Sermon, To celebrate this conquest at Powles Crosse: And to the Audience in our name declare. Our thankes to heauen in vniuersall Prayer: For tho our enemies be ouerthrowne, Tis by the hand of heauen, and not our owne. On: Sound a call; Now louing Countreymen, Subiects, and fellow souldiers, that haue left Your weeping wiues, your goods and children, And layd your liues vpon the edge of death, For good of England, and Elizabeth, We thanke you all: those that for vs would bleed, Shall finde vs kinde to them and to their seed. Wee heare dismisse you and dismisse our Campe. Againe we thanke you: pleaseth God we liue, A greater recompence then thankes wee'le giue. Our liues, and liuings for Elizabeth. Thankes; generall thankes. Towards London march we to a peacefull throne, We wish no warres, yet we must guard our owne.